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We began our journey with the Writers' Club@Columbus on February 10th 2014—I apologize for the time lag folks but it does take a minute sometimes to get cracking… even with technology and all… so here's the first post.

Two quick bizness things: One, we meet on Mondays at 4 p.m.—mainly on the second floor—all teen writers wanted and we do have and will take some appropriately behaving and writing adults.

A thank you most of all to the folks who have joined and contributed to the club—but special special special thanks to Lenny Collado for donating his time, inspiration and co-leadership.

Now for a reflection of our first meeting where we looked at Haikus, the snow and what happened after the footsteps died...

Some Haikus

Goodbye was all we saidNever giving explanations to each othernot knowing if we were friends

- Elianny Moronta

If you saw my eyesYou will know the powerful core keptBeneath the hardness

- Elianny Moronta

Life is good for meI like to eat chicken soupI love my girlfriend

- Tammuz Darbaise

Everything has changedThe weather isn’t the sameChange is all around

- Sherlyn Boyce

Some Snow

It is snowing outsideI sit in the library reading booksWriting is a passion

- Marlene Boyce

Gorgeous and beautiful it isAs the petals and leaves flow softlyLike a tornado during spring

- Ryan Barberan

We couldn't help going on about the snow, the crazy winter and the polar vortex—but at the beginning of the month we all hoped we were looking at the white stuff and the unGoshly cold though the rear view mirror of our minds, pens and paper.

More Snow

My little sister woke me upThere was snow slowly falling from the skyThe sensation of being in a fairy tale was always present whenever I saw itLooking the white color on the streetsWalking through it, feeling it in your handsThere was snow slowly fallingAnd I couldn’t quit feeling like a little child

- Elianny Moronta

When I arrived here six months ago, it was the greatest time because I arrived in summer. But later came Fall, it was great too. I had a few sweaters so I thought that I will be fine and then winter. The first time that I saw snow was on November 9th. I went outside with only a sweater on, I was…..(@#@%&**…)

I Hate snow.

- Perla Jimenez

I sit there wondering did the snow start or just beginSnow falls like petals in the wind, but yetIn a silent tone. Gently it fallsOnto my palms and slowlyMelts away...

- Sherlyn Boyce

After A Door Shuts and...

After the door shuts and the foot-steps died. Darkness surrounded me. I walked up to a small light in the middle of the room. It seemed to move away from me, to be getting farther and farther away from me. I ran to it, my heart beating faster not sure what I was running to.

When the door closed and the steps died, I just knew it. I knew at that moment that was the end, because you had decided to end it all. Without looking back I closed the door and decided to say goodbye, I only managed to see the noose hanging in your closet and just thought why?"What do I do now? Where am I going? Because without you I do not know what to do, why did you leave me? Damn! The more I needed you leave me "I stay a while with my face prostrate at your door in hopes that you've recanted and come back to tell me" Hey, come-in "or perhaps" Hi, How are you? "Or as just a "Hello, I love you." I check out the window to see if I see you are making coffee, but I see your body ... I can not help but mourn, call the police and walk away instead of covering my face so no one notices me and asks me what happened.)

After the door shut and the footsteps died there was silence everywhere, it surrounded me. I was scared. I saw a clown with a knife kill a bird. It started to eat it. Then this strange light came from the sky. It was an alien. And the alien ate the killer clown. Then a whale came out of a portal in the sky crushing the alien. Then I killed the whale and ate it.

- Tammuz Darbaise

After the door shuts and the footsteps die… the home grew suddenly quiet. All that we could hear was the whisper of the wind and the trees moving slowly under him. I looked up to Matt. “What do we do now?” I asked. “I don’t know.” He replied

And the only thing that we could do was spend the night in the lonely house.

I appreciate the effort and creativity that went into writing these blog posts. I am grateful to the Columbus library for hosting the Wrting Club and for publishing the results of the members' work. Thank you.